Lost Creek Hollow the milk is drying up

taltos too had moved much too close to that lovely precipice, and soon he tightened his embrace round the swell of luke's pale hips and gave voice to the sensations that raked in a heavy glissade across every fibre of his being. tortured by the thought that this would not reoccur for some time, if ever - but he would not think of that - tormented by sound and press of luke against his own body, into the thrusts of his hips! ah! there it was! la petit mort; the 'tiny death,' as julien had called it, and death it was, for taltos felt the processes of his body suspended in a second that seemed to span each eon before and those to come, and it was only the fleshly shaking of his limbs that reanimated the man.

once design had released them from one another, taltos slid away hesitantly, lowering himself to the earth and kissing the pale shoulder of his lover in wordless satiation.